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6chocolatepie9 · 2 years
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How do they met
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asininepigeon · 2 years
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You know, after watching the legend of vox machina, and becoming absolutely feral whenever percy was overtaken by vengeance and orthax came out, I've realized that I have a fucking type.
Because I automatically start thinking about how his thirst for the blood of his enemies, to hurt those who hurt him, who took everything from him, reminded me so much of Jason Todd.
Obviously they have very clear differences, but that anger, that pain, that hurt, was so recognizable in both of them. And as I realized that, I had to take a step back and be like, oh...OHH, I like them cute but a little fucked up huh.
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soosoosoup · 6 days
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scarletjams · 6 months
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you came back…
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happyheidi · 8 months
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dapper-lil-arts · 2 months
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What
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trashyshrew · 2 months
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mustasekittens · 4 months
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all boxed in 📦
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greykolla-art · 4 months
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Ds9 has too many cool characters, I can never decide which I wanna focus on!
Here’s Weyoun, with his bitchy doll face!🙏😈
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plulp · 7 months
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IM NOT A DOCTOR BUT I THINK I MIGHT BE ABLE TO HELP
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dailynakaharachuuya · 7 months
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11. Family AU
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cara-carabowditbowdit · 2 months
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hi.. i made wheatley from portal 2....
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gncrezan · 10 months
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I want to say something. Want to tease them, want to ask if they really mean it, want to know if something has changed between us—but I don't. Instead, I turn off my phone. It'll open to the texts when I turn it on again. I'll deal with it later.
do you ever read an update so insanely good that you have to run for your tablet !!!!! GO PLAY @evertidings !!!!!!!
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static-radio-ao3 · 2 months
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@jegulus-microfic // february 26 // prompt: bed // words: 1,241 // cw: referenced sexual content // part 1 + part 2
“Barty, who’s at the— oh.” Regulus stops short.
“He was just leaving,” Barty says, then turns to James, “Weren’t you, Potter?”
“It’s fine, Barty, I’ve got it,” Regulus says, shifting so he can slip past Barty and come to stand right in front of James.
“You sure?” Barty asks. He maintains eye contact until Regulus nods. “Okay, well, don’t do anything stupid. Just yell if you need me.”
And with that, he turns to head back inside. Regulus is fairly sure he only walks down the hall so he can listen in, but he doesn’t mind it too much. Maybe he won’t jump James if he knows Barty is right there.
He regards James for a moment, wonders what he’s here for. His eyes frag down James’ form, but unfortunately, he doesn’t flinch under the scrutiny. And unfortunately, James looks good. Again. Or still. Either way, it’s doing dangerous things to Regulus resolve.
“What are you doing here?” He asks finally.
The corner of James’ mouth tugs up in a half-smile. “Hi, baby,” he says, and Regulus hates him. Hates that he looks all boyish and charming. Regulus wants to kiss him. No, kill him. Definitely kill him.
“James.”
“Yeah, sorry.” One of James’ hands comes up to scratch at the back of his head. “Um. Why wouldn’t Barty let me inside to see you?”
The question is sobering. Annoyance sparks in his gut and Regulus is getting tired of this game. Of this dance where they so clearly are avoiding the issue at hand, spinning around it until they’re so dizzy they can’t see anything but each other.
He crosses his arms in front of his chest, a fickle attempt at a barrier and shoots James an unamused glare. “Because you cheated on me?”
James’ face falls, confusion marring his features, wrinkling his forehead. Regulus has the urge to smooth it out. “What? When? And why?” Disbelief soaks his voice and now it’s Regulus’ turn to be confused.
“What?”
“Why would I cheat on you?”
“What?”
“Regulus, baby,” James sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “you broke up with me because you thought I cheated?”
“You never corrected me!” Regulus splutters. He thinks back to the day they broke up, to the fight they had. The quiet resign when Regulus ended things. His friends had told him the silence was confession, but he’s not so sure now.
“How was I supposed to? I didn’t know.”
“I— You didn’t?”
“I didn’t cheat or I didn’t know?”
“Both!”
“Obviously not!”
James is closer now than he was a moment ago, close enough that Regulus could reach out and touch if he wanted to. By God, does he want to. This is exactly why he didn't let himself see James at all those first few months. He needed to build up tolerance. Resistance. But what good did it do him? He still ended up on his knees almost immediately.
The urge to touch makes his fingers tingle, a buzzing in his veins that he can't ignore.
“Well, it wasn’t obvious to me!” Regulus squeezes his eyes shut, embarrassment making it hard to maintain eye contact with James. There’s no way they broke up over nothing. There’s no way Regulus never confronted him, never gave James the chance to explain.
He opens his eyes again, sees James gnawing at his bottom lip. He looks softer today, more worn. The bravado and cockiness from their last two encounters nowhere to be seen.
“Regulus, what even gave you the idea…” James trails off, lets the end of the sentence hang in between them.
Regulus stares at the ground, at the scuffed toe of his shoe. He remembers the day well. Had made dinner for two and packed it so he could eat with James at work.
“I came to see you at the office because you were working late again and I overheard the new hire say that she fucked the guy who was training her.” Regulus’ heart had dropped right out from his chest and shattered into a dozen pieces when he heard it. He thinks he left a few behind.
He takes a breath, steeling himself to continue, but James cuts in with an excited, “Oh my God, Frank and Alice fucked? That’s why they disappeared during team drinks!”
“Frank?”
“Baby, Alice had two people training her. She wasn’t talking about me. Ask Frank if you want to be sure, but— Wait. Pause. Sorry, you fell into bed with me thinking I had cheated on you?”
Heat floods Regulus’ face. “What was I supposed to do?”
“Say no!” James sounds indignant.
As if it were easy to say no to James Potter. James with his messy smile, joy spilling from the corner of his mouth. James with his bright eyes and bright laugh. James with his warm hands that know just how to make Regulus writhe.
“Yeah, well…” Regulus racks his brain for any sort of defense, but he is only met with the image of James' naked form. “You thought I broke up with you for no reason and still slept with me!” He counters.
Now it’s James’ turn to flush, embarrassment making the tips of his hears turn red. “What was I supposed to do?”
“Say no!”
“Love, we both know I was never any good at saying no to you.” James’ voice is low as he says it, like a secret or a confession, not meant for anyone else’s ears. Regulus reaches behind him to tug the door shut. Barty does not need to hear this.
Regulus considers for a moment. Looks up at James through is lashes. “Neither am I, apparently.”
“Sounds like a flaw.” James inches closer, crowding Regulus against the front door. The buzzing in his veins quiets. “You should probably work on that.”
“Yeah?” Regulus murmurs. “Now?”
“Mm. Why not?” Both of James’ hands come to rest on Regulus’ hips. Regulus lets his head thud against the door just so he can look at James better. The mole under his lip and the finger print smudged on his glasses. James never did clean them well.
“Okay.”
“Can I kiss you?” James asks. His breath hits the side of Regulus’ face and Regulus can’t help but shiver.
“No.”
James’ fingers tighten their hold on Regulus, but he doesn’t lean in. Instead, he asks “Do you still love me?”
“No,” Regulus says again.
James huffs a laugh, forehead coming to rest on Regulus’ shoulder. Regulus’ hands come up to card through James’ hair. It’s comfortable. Familiar.
“Liar.” The word is muffled in the fabric of Regulus’ shirt. Then, “Will you go out with me?”
Regulus pretends to consider, but they both know the answer. “No more mistakes,” he says. “Just you and me.” And like any good promise, he seals it with a kiss.
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is that a phone in your pocket or are you happy to see me [group • 4 members]
reg: so there may have been a slight misunderstanding
reg: pandora, you can delete the list
pandora: no, it’s my magnum opus
evan: besides, i still stand by page 29, paragraph 3, subsection 7
barty: yeah what kind of man wears crocs unironically
evan: exactly. is this the man you want to be with?
pandora: and don’t think i’ve forgotten the pizza night incident
reg: he just had pineapple on his pizza, please let it go
pandora: no
barty: absolutely the fuck not
evan: never
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danimals666 · 3 months
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Just two losers, baby !!
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vexx-the-egg · 4 months
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How is no one talking about the GORGEOUSELY hand painted the backgrounds for The Boy and The Heron are. Every tiny detail. Every wisp of light streaming through the windows. All of it so beutiful rendered in water color. Like a children's book come to life. Look im all for glossy hyper relistic backgrounds but WOW. Wow did this movie remind you that all of that is a hand drawn craft. In the best way possible.
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